Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Wings,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.